He ruled the galaxy with a black hole fist, subjugating systems with his seemingly endless waves of robotic supersoldiers. He demanded tribute, loyalty, worship.
But he was not immortal, despite all his plans. So after a particularly scrappy band of 'heroes' managed to mortally wound him, his medical droids placed him in suspended animation, so the decades of nanobotic work to repair and cure him could be done.
He awaits, silently, to be awoken to rule once again.
Which, given that he's now technically the only living thing in the universe at this point, will probably take a fair while.
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